Dreamer Lost ! Dreamer Found ! Part One

In the distant land of Canaan Jacob dwelt,
Wherein his father,an unknown stranger yet,
A vast expanse of wilderness to tend flocks,
In search of green moved amid hills and rocks.

The most loved Joseph just seventeen,he did run,
He would go and feed the flocks with his brethren,
The sons of Bilhah and Zilpah, he did engage,
Jacob loved Joseph more,being son of his old age.

He made a coat of many colours,a sign of love,
Made for Joseph,wished to be blessed by God above,
Father's love for his eleventh son made others hate,
Joseph dreamed dreams that made him ever great.

In the dream, they were working day and night,
Binding sheaves,Joseph's sheaf arose stood upright,
The sheaves of other brethren stood around and bowed,
Incensed with jealous asked him in a voice so loud.

Whether he had any dominion to reign over them?
Should they bow down to him or would he condemn?
The dream only fetched him not love but more hate,
The dream might fetch him later on greater estate.

In yet another dream the sun and the moon in a row,
Along with eleven stars bowed down,raised eye brow,
His father rebuked,parents who were like a crown,
With eleven brothers came to earth to bow down?

Brothers within fires of envy moved to Shechem,
Feeding their father's flock became their anthem,
Jacob ask'd Joseph to find his brothers and the flock,
At Dothan he found his brothers after a long walk.

'There came Joseph the dreamer' envied brothers said,
No love in the heart,only hatred,what be brotherhood?
Seeing Joseph afar,murmuring brothers calmly stood,
Conceived and conspired of shedding brother's blood.

They readied to kill and cast him in to a pit,
Then to make a lie to their father about wild a beast,
They wanted to see what becomes of his dreams,
Decided to kill before the set of evening beams.

The first born of Jacob,Reuben an idea did submit,
Shed no blood but cast him in to the pit,
A pit in the wilderness and a waterless pit,
Reuben wished to deliver, that was his mindset,

They stripped Joseph out of his coat of many colours,
Dishonest shame and cowardice spoke not of valours,
They drove the eleventh son into the pit darker,
The hell was within,the pit was empty with out water.

The heart with out love,mind with out reason,
To eat their own doom they sat,lo! what a treason,
A caravan of Ishmaelites with camels passed by,
Traders of spices Egypt bound,on the camels so high.

Judah now posed a question that so read,
"What profit there might be if we kill him on?"
Let not we shed his blood,not our hand fall upon,
He was none but our own flesh and blood,he said.

The brothers united in mind were content,
They agreed to sell the dreamer to Ishmaelites,
They pulled up Joseph and lifted him out of pit,
They worked out a deal for twenty silver shekles.

'Tooth for tooth','eye for eye' so we heard,
How much crude the mentality of the herd,
Now brother selling brother in to slavery,
Blood not so thicker,Oh! sold in a hurry.

Now Reuben returned but Joseph was not there,
He tore clothes of Joseph,returned to his brothers,
"The lad is not there,where shall I go?"he asked,
A kid of goat killed,in blood the coat dipped.

They came back to his father and showed the coat,
The bloody coat of colours dipped in blood of goat,
It generated once envy,jealous and vengeance,
Man so low,never showed nobler benevolence.

Father recognised the coat of colours that he made,
"Truly it is my son's",he bitterly wept and said,
A beast should have devoured,made him to pieces,
How deep the filial love of innocent Jacob to asses.

Jacob put on sackcloth as a penitence for ever,
A sign of mourning he could give up never,
All his sons and daughters came to him to comfort,
But Jacob refused and was found in discomfort.

"For I shall go down in to grave,
To my son in mourning" Jacob did brave,
Thus his father shed tears and at heart grieved,
He trusted all his sons and never disbelieved.

Jacob so timid only with a stick could walk further,
In his heart lived,Joseph and Rachel,Joseph's mother,
The villains of peace his sons together yet apart,
The favourite son no more,lost yet alive in his heart.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.